I’m so glad I’ve let this situation just be what it is instead of trying to fix it. In fact, I’m going to pat myself on the back for the patience.
Last night was another disappointment in the bedroom. We had time all last night to make love but my husband choose to spend it elsewhere crumbling into bed at 10pm tired and closed off. He did accomplish intercourse by the definition of the word although it was short-lived and awkward. Literally I coughed him out of me and fell asleep. Promise, it wasn’t sabotage but quite literally an ill-timed feather in my throat! And it took all of the strength I had to not criticize him for the lack of energy and lecture him again on my needs.
He knows already, Stella, I kept telling myself. Let him figure it out. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
At lunch today, the tide waters receded and out came the sunshine. We met outside like strangers, one of us coming and the other going, and ended up kissing passionately in the driveway. His hands dipped under my sweater and rubbed the sexy side of my taunt stomach. The sun was warm although the temperature was mild for the perfect spring day.
“Wow, this feels so good,” I said unlocking my lips from his momentarily. “I could sprawl myself out on the bow of your boat and bake naked in this warmth.”
“I could arranged that,” he replied then dived back into my bubble for another smooch. Our tongues twisted around one another. Then, “Let’s take this inside.” He grabbed my hand and led the way to the goddess palace where he continued kissing my face and tenderly took off my shoes.
Whisking me up into his arms, he carried me to our bed and placed me in it still fully dressed. I giggled with anticipation. It’s fun to feel excitement and surprise with your partner, and I was curious how my husband intended to make love to me if he indeed was trying to do that! Never know.
Under the covers, he began to undress himself and me, taking his time to experience the pleasure of each body part’s unveiling. My breasts were last as he savored them under my sweater for awhile before reducing the veil down to my lace bra and then finally letting them topple out in the open without a brace. They landed in his hands and he moaned. “God, I love your body. I’ve missed you so much, my queen.”
He was on his knees facing me and I was sitting on my butt with my knees bent resting my head on his abs. His hands massaged my hair sweetly then cupped my breasts again squeezing my nipples and sending erotic sensations across my body and down to my pussy. I wanted him badly. I could feel the desire in my deepest within and I loved it.
But he didn’t plunge in. Nope. My husband waited patiently for the right moment and starved me out through his extended kisses on my inner thighs and luscious licks across my clit. A finger found it’s way inside but not for long. He was playing with my desire more than usual and it was working magic inside of me.
Lowering himself onto me, he rubbed his dick in my pussy juices exciting me further with anticipation. “Remember when this is all you’d let me do?” He rubbed more and let his dick float freely around the outside of my secret garden gliding across all of the erotic zones in one swoop. I wanted him to plunge inside, but he didn’t. Not then, at least.
“This feels amazing,” I panted. One pillow had fallen on my forehead almost burying me in my own bed. I was under his spell and had no need to pull myself out. “Oh my God, this feels so good.”
“I’ve missed making love to you everyday, Stella.”
“Me too,” I gasped as his enormous dick slowly worked itself into my tight little horny hole taking several minutes to make the full descent. He was huge, and I was happy to gobble him down. We’re a match made in heaven!
“This is how it’s going to go from now on,” he started. I was surprised by the intensity of his voice deep in my ear. “Your pussy’s only job is to be pleasured. That’s it. She’s retired from being my whore pussy.”
His strokes were deep and rhythmic sending me into another world altogether. His words were the only thing keeping me grounded to my mind, to the bed, to our reality.
“Your pussy has spent her entire life pleasing dicks. It’s now her turn to experience pleasure like she’s never known.”
I was moaning and grinding myself on his body and feeling the beginnings of what could be the most intimate connection I’ll have in my life. This is a journey, I said to myself. There’s a lot of unraveling you’re going to do before the ecstasy fully finds you. That must have been my intuition speaking. I was all ears to both of them.
“Your mouth is my new whore pussy. She’s going to suck the fuck out of my dick all of the time. You’re going to be the best dick sucking whore ever. I want you on your knees keeping him good and satisfied.”
I reached up and made love to his mouth while he talked licking his lips and stealing little pecks in between words. Seduction and desire intoxicated my mind and hindered my body useless to anything more than sex. Being untethered to control is the best feeling in the world.
“Your whore pussy has graduated to the queen pussy, the pussy who gets pleasured. That is her only job and I’m going to be the man pleasing you, making love to you. Those other guys can get a good blow job if I say yes, but nothing more. The queen pussy is all mine.”
He was pounding my pussy now, but not to get himself off. I could tell the difference. It was deep and on purpose, and it made me so proud that I stuck to my decision and stayed true to myself despite our recent issues in the bedroom. I didn’t cave and fix anything. I let my husband work through his ego and come back stronger and with a plan.
“I’ll cum in your pussy only when you cum. That’s it. I’m going to pleasure the fuck out of her from now on, but that’s all she gets for right now.”
We switched positions, and I ended up on top with his dick down my throat starting my new job with gusto. I spit on him and licked it all around getting his monster cock sloppy wet in my hands before jerking it off on my tongue. My husband held my hair out of my face with one hand and grabbed my butt with the other. His feet were twitching with excitement. I could tell he liked it all.
“And you can’t touch your pussy at all, unless I tell you too. I forbid you from masturbating or doing anything to please yourself,” he whispered as he dick slid in and out from between my puffed up lips. “Your job is to suck the cum out of my dick like a whore all of the time. You’re my dick sucking whore, Stella. And your pussy is my queen that I pleasure. She’s my pussy queen.”
He grabbed his dick with one hand and jacked it off in my face making a huge mess in the process. Cum was in my hair and on the sheets and all over him, but his smile was priceless. My face was blush red and dreamy with satisfaction. I needed that. I needed him.
“Gosh, look at who’s the rule maker now,” I teased reaching up to his face to seal our escapade with a tender kiss.
“Yes, I am the only rule maker when it comes to our sex, sweetheart,” he replied with the same intensity he had at the beginning. He’s really been thinking a lot about this! “That’s been the problem this whole time. I’ve let you set the rules, and that’s a mistake. We’re both the happiest when I’m in charge and you’re laying spread eagle with a puffed up pussy floating somewhere on cloud nine.”